America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 185 The Elegy of the Tribe

Chen Jianqiu walked up to the young man, stretched out a hand to him, and pulled him up from the ground.

The young man was in awe. This Chinese man may not look tall, but his strength is as unattainable as a high wall.

After the muscle comparison is over, it's time to sit back at the negotiating table.

Everyone sat around the campfire again.

Now their eyes are all focused on Chen Jianqiu. Not many people noticed this silent Chinese before. They thought it was some newcomer in the Apache tribe.Just dressed up like a cowboy.

"I only want to say one thing: you are welcome back." Chen Jianqiu's words were short and easy to translate.

He didn't want to talk to these Nahua people about land ownership at all. It was between the white people who drove them out and them.

It is pointless to discuss these now.

This tribe is on the verge of destruction, and their way of life and cognition can no longer stop the rolling wheels of history.

To be or not to be, they have to make a choice.

"The original group of people have left, but I can't guarantee whether they will come back. At least for now, no one will discriminate or expel you. You can choose your own path in the future. I respect you."

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking, silently waiting for the translation from Geronimo and the high priest.

After listening to the high priest's translation, the old man and young man on the opposite side were silent for a while.In the end it was the old man who spoke, but his reaction was more or less beyond Chen Jianqiu's expectations.

"We're not going back, there's nothing left of that place."

Chen Jianqiu knew what "not left" meant.

While searching for oil near Roswell, he and Holmes came across the wreckage of several settlements, almost all of which had been destroyed by fire.

The Indian way of life determines that they will not occupy much land. However, conflicts will eventually arise between different beliefs and ways of life.

The solution chosen by Vaughn and his predecessor who was bitten to death by a rattlesnake was suppression, because in their view, the land belonged to their employers.

"Then why do you keep attacking Roswell's garrison?" Chen Jianqiu was a little surprised.

"It's revenge," said the young man. "They plundered our land and killed our brothers and sisters. We want revenge."

Looking at the young man, Chen Jianqiu seemed to see another bird. These people's values ​​are very simple and understandable.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Chen Jianqiu knew that there might be some reasons why they didn't say anything.

Attacking Roswell may also be in order to obtain some supplies for their tribe to survive.

He turned his head and glanced at the men, women and children behind him.

"I will send someone to bring some supplies later." Chen Jianqiu said, "But we don't have many."

"We will give you something in exchange." The young man said arrogantly that his tribe would not accept handouts.

"That's the best." Chen Jianqiu stood up and shook the hands of the elder and the young man.

In this way, the two sides reached a preliminary non-aggression treaty, which was simple but fragile. Obviously, the two sides did not have much trust in each other.

These Nahuas are not like the Apaches.

Through this period of contact, he developed a certain degree of fighting friendship with those Apaches.

More importantly, Chen Jianqiu has learned what kind of person their chief Geronimo is.

He has great prestige in his own tribe and can completely control his tribe.

"By the way, what is further south here?" Chen Jianqiu asked seemingly casually.

"South?" The elder looked puzzled after listening to the translation, "We have never been there before."

"Haven't been there?" Chen Jianqiu reconfirmed the accuracy of the information.

"Yes, further south, there is a river. I have never set foot on the south side of the river since I can remember." The elder said, "The elders said that it is the territory of the devil."

"Are there other Nahua tribes around you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The old man shook his head.

"Um, besides the devil, is there any legend about the other side of the river in your tribe?" Chen Jianqiu tried to get more information.

The old man still shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu understood that if the old man hadn't lied, the treasure was probably somewhere in the south, and he could find out by looking at the treasure map when he went back.

However, these Nahua people, whether out of awe or lack of information inheritance, did not become the guardians of the treasure. Their ancestors used rumors to keep the tribe away from that place.
Also, there is another possibility.

Are there really devils there?
Thinking of this, Chen Jianqiu stroked his stubble-covered chin and smiled.

He is not afraid of the devil.

Although he doesn't know much about the rules of this continent, he generally uses physical methods to exorcise demons.

Chen Jianqiu saw that the Nahua people had no intention of staying, so he stood up and left with Geronimo and the high priest.

On the way back, Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu walked slowly side by side.

He didn't say much all the way, and after he came out of the Nahua camp, he looked very preoccupied.

"Chief, my promise to you has never changed. I think this is a good place to live." Chen Jianqiu suddenly turned his head and said to Geronimo sincerely, "You and your people can settle here. "

"Although the threat from the outside world has not been lifted, I will resolve this issue as soon as possible," he added.

The moonlight shone on Geronimo's vicissitudes of face. He looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled: "I understand what you mean, Chen."

"I've been thinking about this for a while."

He turned his head and looked towards the distant horizon: "But I still want to go to the place where I grew up, and it's not far from here."

"But what if there are US troops there? Crook's army is still wandering around the Chihuahua Desert." Chen Jianqiu said the cruel reality, "We can't compete with them for the time being."

"Let me go and take a look. If I pass by and don't take a look, I will regret it for the rest of my life." Geronimo said firmly.

Chen Jianqiu did not continue to persuade him, he knew that this was the insistence of a tribal leader.

Many things will eventually disappear in the long river of history. Knowing that you can't do it is a kind of courage, and it is also an elegy when the curtain is about to fall.

"I will support you, and if the worst happens, I will protect your people." Chen Jianqiu made a promise.

Geronimo looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled too. He stretched out one of his palms and gave Chen Jianqiu a high-five.

A gentleman's promise is a promise of gold.

"However, but I still hope that you can come back alive." Chen Jianqiu took out a cigar and threw it to him.

Geronimo lit a cigar, and he fell in love with it from the beginning of dealing with Chen Jianqiu.

He took a breath and sighed: "It's just that I can't continue to help you find the treasure."

"It's okay, the location is basically confirmed, I will go there myself,"

With a cigar in his mouth, Chen Jianqiu gathered his coat with both hands.

The winter night in the mainland wasteland is a bit cold.

The topic of survival is not limited to these Indians.

As a person who traveled from a later age, he knew that next year, that is, in 1882, a bill will come, which will make the winter of the Chinese in the United States even colder.

Winter is coming.

There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world with joy.

And he is the builder.

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